Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Be near.

I'd rather be blind. I'd rather not care.
I prefer sitting comfortably, tossing up prayers.

I float each prayer like a party balloon
Instead of pleading for change to come soon.

Where's the passion, compassion, action, or pain?
Can we do nothing and still bear Christ's name?

The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are scared.
Our God is omnipotent, but we act unprepared.

Break my heart, God. Peel open my eyes.
Give me prayers to pray that will change my life.

Let your Kingdom come; bring your mercy here.
Let your will be done. We are yours. Be near.

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